During my adolescence and
early adulthood I was the quintessence of anger and rage. I had a
stuttering problem that stymied me from communicating effectively to people and
I felt inferior to my peers. I lived in a world where, though I had the
ability to speak, I had difficulty forming words that started with “S” and
“R”. My brain wanted to talk but my lips were asleep. It was as if
my mind took away my first amendment. Needless to say, I was an angry
boy.
Throughout most of my
educational career, kindergarten to college, I was not linguistically gifted
but I was gifted with fistic capabilities. Where my linguistic abilities
prohibited me, my fistic abilities excelled. When I reached my boiling
point, blacked out, and went silent, I could bring pain and suffering to
anyone: bullies, teachers, strangers, adults and friends. My mentality at
that time was “anyone can get it.” And trust me, many people got
it. My mother use to tell me that if I did not get in control of my
anger, I would be in jail, dead, or I would kill someone. All of those
things have nearly happened. By the time I turned 22 years old I was
tired of my aggressive lifestyle. I had enough of sending and receiving
death threats, fighting at night clubs, and soaking my fists in buckets of
ice-cold water mixed with rubbing alcohol. I was tired of making stupid decisions.
So I sat on my couch for three days thinking about what my mother had told me,
and eventually I came up with the foundation for what is now known as
PerspectVe LLC, a personal development company that specializes in personal
development and anger management coaching.
I have hit an interesting
and fascinating rhythm in my life thus far at 29 years of age. I have
written two books in which I have received a multitude of letters and praise
for from people around the world, I have a good job, and a successful personal
development company. I am married to the woman of my dreams and I am at
peace with myself…I’m happy. None of this could have come to
fruition without the Higher Power sitting me down on that couch seven years
ago. It was then when I realized that intelligence cannot
grow in a garden of rage.
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© PerspectVe LLC October 2014
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